I knew my dad won the first championship for Manti, and I knew my grandpa won a state championship. It didn't really hit me until later.

Everyone, including me, is expecting it. It is a lot to live up to, but I don't let it bother me too much. More than anything I want to satisfy myself and get it.

Four generations would be better.

Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.

There is something about the developing brain that can absorb the blow of a stroke that, in an adult or older child, would otherwise devastate.

Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.